4 de junio de 2006

La Ciudad Maldita

He vivido durante 9 meses en una ciudad maldita.
Viven fantasmas, todo lo que te rodea es falso, no existe...
Si hasta los que duermen contigo son falsas imagenes de lo que
quisieron ser...
Esta ciudad esta repleta de inseguridades,
fracasos, de almas en pena,
de "Muertos Vivientes" que no aceptan que su realidad
esta a kilometros de aqui...
Y se empeñan, me persiguen, me ahogan,
me trataron de hacer cambiar...

Hoy me he liberado del manto oscuro que cubria mi rostro,
hoy estoy respirando mas profundo que ayer,
me cuesta, hay una herida y esta muy helado...
los fantasmas te tocan, beben tu alegría,
se alimentan de ella.
Pero este espiritu falso con el que convivia...
no ha podido robar mis recuerdos...
que siguen guardados intactos
en mi corazon...
donde estoy refugiada ahora,
lo que me da fuerza para salir,
sonreir nuevamente... soportar el dolor sin sentirme culpable...
porque al final de todo... yo siempre crei en mi.

1 comentario:

José Esteban dijo...

Invisible City (Wallflowers)

Lookin' back at the crash site,
I don't see me by the roadside.
Well this heart is on wheels tonight,
Straight through the ghettosAnd without lights.

Now every heart has a blind side,
Where it knows how to improvise,
Well this place is a whorehouse tonight,
Cheap lovers make expensive wives.

But all of these horses
That you chase around
In the end they are the ones
That always bring you down

This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing
We're touching faces in the dark
Feelin' pretty is so hard.

Now all of these voices
And all of these noises
With all their illusions of choices
They've come to my door
With one dozen roses.
The imitation of good
faithIs how you stumble upon hate,
It may have been
the first of mistakes
When we held on too loosely,
and opened the gates.

But all of these horses
That you chase around
In the end they are the ones
That always bring you down

This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing
We're touching faces in the dark
Feelin' pretty is so hard.

Now I try not to tell lies,
But there's pressures from inside,
So I've learned how to compromise
Good people for alibis.
But all of these horses
That you chase around
In the end they are the ones
That always bring you down
This invisible city
Where no one sees nothing
We're touching faces in the dark
Feelin' pretty is so hard.
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Iba a escribirte algo pero me salió mejo esta canción.